Last First Kiss

Michaella just wanted to spend the rest of her life with her true love. But who knows how long that will last? Every minute is a mystery in her eyes. She just wants him, and he just wants her. Will he be Michaella's one and only, her last first kiss?


7. Not Again


    "I'm sorry to disappoint you but you two must leave, it is time for her surgery and visiting hours are over," the nurse told us that we had to leave. "Can we stay in the waiting room," I asked since I didn't want to leave Jane. The nurse told us that it would be best if we just went home.

    Harry drove us home and the others were there as well. I went strait to my room. I didn't want to see anyone right now, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry myself to sleep even though it was 12. I closed my eyes and felt the tears fall off my cheeks. I saw all of the memories that I got to share with Jane. My favorite was when we first met. It was about 5 weeks ago, when I moved here from America. I bumped into her at a store, we were both shopping alone so we wanted to get to know each other. I told her that I left America because of Daniel, I felt comfortable talking to her, and she like talking to me. We were best friends since.

    She was with me through think and thin, especially the time I need her the most. It was about 3 weeks ago. My mother passed away from a heart attack. I was crying for a week strait, I just wanted to stay in my room with a box of tissues with the shades down. I didn't want to see the sun. That was also when I got fired from a clothing store since I wasn't the most "spirited employee." It was definitely the worst time of my life, at least I thought. I needed Jane to help me get through this but she was the one that was in critical condition. At this point I wished that I was dead.

    I saw the snow starting to fall in the winter afternoon. I hate winter, I thought to myself. I went to the desk that was in the corner of my room. I opened my macbook and went on my email. It was opened in early December, when I first moved to the U.K. It was from my brother and said :

Hey little sis, I'm pretty sure that you

already know that mom hasn't been doing

well. She had a terrible aching feeling in the

heart, so dad and I brought her to the ER. She

had a heart attack an hour later. I thought you

should know. Before she passed she told us

that she loved us and that she loved you.





    Every  time I read this I begin to tear up a little, I just wish that I was there for her. It was all Daniel's fault. He basically chased me out of America, now he's going to do the same. He always ruins the things that I love. He made me leave my family, and now he's going to make me leave Harry. I just cried for a few moments. I opened the drawer of the desk and took out the brand new exact-o-knife that I got in a 10-pac. I lifted up my sweat pant and cut the side of my thigh. It was winter so no one would be able to see my legs for a while. I went to my private bathroom and got a large bandage that Spongebob's face on it.

    I promised myself no more. But I broke that promise, I couldn't believe that I cut myself again. I haven't done that in weeks, but I guess I had to let the pain out. I don't understand why I cut myself, it honestly doesn't fix anything. I rolled my sweats back down and went to the bed to lay down again.                                           

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